relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
Flowerbirth was struggling to fully take root. Which means the frigidity of the Barrows continued to leak through toward the meadows of Mourn, though it doesn’t stop Sunjata from taking a few moments to survey everything. After all, the Barrows were home to the Refuge and the House of Midnight, and wasn’t too far of a flight down toward New Haven. So he takes wing, this time in the form of his Pegasus shift, small and relatively unassuming and nowhere near as threatening as his dragon shift would be.
He’s flying overhead when he notices the brief movement there by the graves, a green cloak that would otherwise blend the man in to the ground beneath him if it weren’t for the plants struggling to fully take root with the grip of Deepfrost still hanging on.
The Pegasus descends, a far enough distance away to not startle anyone and shifts back into himself to make his approach, immediately flashing a smile when he notices who it is among the Barrows. A wave is offered to try and catch attention, before the Heartless calls out from this distance. “Hey Kip!” He greets, pulling down the sleeves of his dark green sweater over scars and tattoos alike, doing his best to keep him warm out here. He’s careful as he makes his approach to not step on any graves or any headstones that might be underlined in the ground, always taken care of by the Caretaker lest the grass try to take them over. “How’s it going?”
He’s flying overhead when he notices the brief movement there by the graves, a green cloak that would otherwise blend the man in to the ground beneath him if it weren’t for the plants struggling to fully take root with the grip of Deepfrost still hanging on.
The Pegasus descends, a far enough distance away to not startle anyone and shifts back into himself to make his approach, immediately flashing a smile when he notices who it is among the Barrows. A wave is offered to try and catch attention, before the Heartless calls out from this distance. “Hey Kip!” He greets, pulling down the sleeves of his dark green sweater over scars and tattoos alike, doing his best to keep him warm out here. He’s careful as he makes his approach to not step on any graves or any headstones that might be underlined in the ground, always taken care of by the Caretaker lest the grass try to take them over. “How’s it going?”
the heartless
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
